Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1893

Two steaks were placed in the little fellow's bowl, Stinson and Marshall looked at each other and the atmosphere is awkward.

"Huh!" Gabe stared at the two steaks in the bowl with a pair of big black eyes, and made a confused voice.

Monica's heart suddenly jumped. A pair of beautiful eyes flashed across the faces of the two men.

Stinson smirked at the corner of his lips, and directly put the piece into the bowl of Monica: "try this one."

This unreasonable sense of intimacy made Monica secretly clench her teeth. What was Stinson doing?

Yesterday, he was still competing with her. Was he going to be a good man?

Marshall reached out to touch Gabe's head and whispered, "Gabe, is it delicious compared to what your mummy cooked?"

The little guy's little hand did not quite know how to hold the knife, and had clipped it several times before he put the steak on it and took a bite. The little eyebrows wrinkled: it is more delicious that mummy's cooking. "

Monica was about to wait for her son to boast, but she did not expect her to be so honest that she was frustrated.

They were really fun together.

Such lovely mother and son, how could he be willing to let it go to another man?

Marshall also pursed his lips and smiled. He raised his eyes and looked at the depressed Monica: "Actually, the food you cook isn't that unpalatable. I think it's delicious."

Monica had to laugh twice: "Marshall, don't praise me. Actually, I only fry a few home—made dishes. How can I compare to the chef here?"

"Some people like to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, while others especially like carrots and vegetables. Their tastes are different and naturally there is no comparison." In Marshall's words, there were many hints.

Stinson, of course, he knew the meaning of Marshall's words. So, did he not want to let go?

Monica smiled lightly: "This sounds quite reasonable to you. Indeed, everyone is different, and what they want is different. There is no meaning of comparison."

"If there's a chance to eat what you're cooking, then it'll be fine." Marshall sighed, but his eyes were filled with expectations.

Before Monica spoke, Stinson smiled and said, "how about come to our apartment tomorrow and we'll throw you a nice meal?"

Monica was stagnant after hearing what Stinson said, and strangely, she was not really disgusted. What happened to her?

"That's right, Uncle, can you come to our house tomorrow?"

In Marshall's mood, winter was approaching and snowflakes were falling. He didn't mean that. He just hoped that Monica would understand that he wanted to be with her.

Monica was not stupid. In fact, Marshall's affection for her had always been in her eyes, but she felt that she was not worthy of him. Now, she did not dare to accept his affection.

He deserved a better woman to love him, and he would definitely have a happy family in the future.

"Marshall, if you have time, let's go home for lunch tomorrow afternoon. I'll cook for you." Monica invited gently.

Stinson's eyes were stunned. Although he was the man who invited Marshall to be a guest at home, but at this moment, his heart was a little uncomfortable.